World Party - Goodie Mob

To a game of ghetto laser tag

When they say 'What it is'

You scream 'What it ain’t'

(Big Gipp)

(Battle zone, Goodie)

1999 (Yeah)

TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)

The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G

(What'cha wanna do with it?)

What it is, what it ain’t

(What?)

Either you bring it

(We gon’bring it)

Or you can’t

Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there

(Sometimes)

But we get by

(Well what’cha wanna do with it)

One day at a time

Stuck on me at waffle house

After 1:12, when I go out

Where do you hang?

Or do you slang?

Or wear a chain?

Wear platinum rings?

I still maintain my ghetto siren

Keep my pride

Get in my ride

Twenty-inch rims

I sport a brim

And when my girls

Go to the mall

Around the world

And keep the change

The finest things

We still remain so ooh

You don’t even look from across the room

You don’t know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do You don’t even look from across the floor

You don’t have game enough any more

Come up on a girl like me And that’s not a possibility cause

You big plastic girl

I’mma big boss man

I like old model cars and big sedans

You like two doors

Frontin’their clothes and Rolls

Or sit on the porch sip something real cold

I like the nine when you up and not O’s

I do suits while you prefer the lows

Tonight I’mma choose cause you already chose

Grown for the business and I run to flow

Cause you ain’t ghetto enough for me And you ain’t hot enough for me And you ain’t fly enough for me And you’re too tight with your money

Cause you ain’t ghetto enough for me And you ain’t hot enough for me And you ain’t fly enough for me And you’re too tight with your money

Check it baby

So ghetto like hot fries

I come from Melvin and resemble

Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got 32 loads

Went from two O’s to 32 loads

Which is enough to buy a Roll

But nobody knows

Stay in my place

Keep my diamonds out of your face

You wanna be with this player

You got play at my pace

I’m slow but I can still come over there from where you’re from

If you want some bullshit you better buy you some

You don’t even look from across the room

You don’t know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do You don’t even look from across the floor

You don’t have game enough any more